He was in a forest. Two Death Eaters had their hands gripped against Harry's arm. Hermione and Ron, both stood tied against a tree, their faces pale and horror struck. Harry tried to get out of the Death Eater's grip, but instead got them to squeeze his arm harder. Suddenly there was a rush of wind and Harry's scar started to burn on his forehead. Voldemort was near, and coming to finally eliminate Harry Potter.
Harry grinded his teeth against the pain of his scar and he tried to forget about it, and he did, because standing in front of him was none other than Voldemort himself.
"Let him go." Voldemort said, as an evil grin stretched on his face. His red eyes took focus on Harry and he raised his wand, and in mere seconds, Harry was fully tied with rope.
"You can't kill me Voldemort." Harry said simply.
Voldemort laughed. "Those are words from a weakling. You are such a fool thinking you can escape me. Not this time Potter." Voldemort said.
"You're the fool, never being able to kill me for fifteen years. Never being able to kill me when I was one. A mere baby defeated you. Do you know who that baby was? Me. Babies, of course, do grow, and become stronger." Harry muttered. Those were just well chosen words. In fact Harry was really shacking inside.
"How dare you!!" Voldemort roared. His red eyes started to gleam like the fires of hell. He raised his wand, pointing at Harry and muttered the painful word. "CRUCIO!"'
The pain rushed through Harry's body like poison, and in minutes Harry was weak, and barely conscious. Thinking it was his final defeat; Harry laid still, no hope left for the future.
But, that was the exact opposite. Instead, Harry felt a sudden rushing feeling, like the Cruciatus curse, but it wasn't pain, instead it was warmth. It was like energy running through his body. Harry stared at Voldemort, his own eyes blazing.
"It is complete." Voldemort said simply.
Harry looked curiously into Voldemort's eyes. Voldemort grinned. In the surroundings, neither Ron nor Hermione knew what was happening.
"You don't know. Why Harry, my boy, you have just gone through your last stage, in a wizard's development. You have just received all of your powers. I'm not afraid Harry. I am so not afraid." Voldemort said. He was grinning from ear to ear, and his eyes were filled with evilness.
"You don't know what you talking about. Your just scared, and you want to cover it up." Harry said, but something in him told him he was wrong.
"Potter, do you know what the Serdo is?" Voldemort asked. Harry's mind went right back to the conversation he had over heard. The Serdo...
"Potter, the Serdo is one of the most darkest objects in the entire wizarding world. Do you know what it does? It weakens strong people like you. Do you know how? The Serdo uses a special magic known as Flamus. It is a burning hell. A Flame. The Serdo lashes out wisps of this black flame, and as soon as it touches a living thing, that living thing is stripped of its energy so much that the receiver of the attack does not even have strength to Breath for more than an hour. Its flames are indestructible! Why am I telling you this? Do you know who is in possession of this great invention? ME!" Voldemort said and as if the word "me" was the key word, the air around them suddenly became hot. A Navy Blue Torch with black flames roaring out of it, floated towards Voldemort, and Voldemort took a hold of it staring at Harry with crazy eyes.
"Potter your going to die today! YOU WILL DIE SCREAMING FOR MERCY!" Voldemort shouted as he shoved the hot inferno in front of Harry's face.
"Scream Potter. Beg for mercy, bow down to me, and bow down to death Harry. BOW!" Voldemort shouted again.
"I will die quiet. I will not beg, and I will never bow down to you. You can go ahead and strip me of my power." Harry said. No matter what happened, he was going to die noble.
Voldemort raised his hand, ready to whip the black flame towards Harry, when he suddenly halted. It was as if a large invisible hand had stopped him from continuing. The wind began blowing, and it wisped past Harry, ruffling his fringe backwards, to reveal his scar. Harry's scar was glowing a brilliant orange. His eyes had changed from brilliant green to a blinding gold. Orange light was engulfing Harry. Harry raised his wand and muttered a strange word, never heard for one thousand years, and it was as if an explosion occurred. The Serdo blew up. It created a huge explosion, blowing Harry forty feet backwards. The entire forest was wiped out.
Harry placed his arms in front of his face blocking his face from damage. As the smoke disappeared, Harry saw hundreds of bodies on the floor. He saw Hermione and Ron's bodies about four feet from him. He tried picking himself up, but it was useless. He was weak and injured. He tried calling out their names, but they were unconscious. He leaned against a tree behind him, suddenly noticing his wound. He was bleeding very badly. If he didn't get help soon, he would bleed to death. He searched the floors and saw his wand beside Lucius Malfoy. He crawled over and grabbed it. He hoped this would work.
"Apparatus" Harry muttered, pointing his wand at Hermione and Ron. He felt a rush and he landed in the middle of Hogsmeade. He fell unconscious right there and his last thought was "Their safe…"
Harry threw his body up ward ready to scream, but just in time remembering not to. His body shook underneath him as he tried to regain his breath. He had just seen last year's events in his head again. This was the first night of the many nights to come. His hand shot up and pressed against his scar, which now burned under his fingers.
It took a long time for Harry to regain composure. Eventually Harry stood on his legs, but still he was weak. He walked slowly out of his room and into the hallway. He tiptoed down the enormous stairs and was just about to open the kitchen door when there was a sound.
Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. Dong. It was just the Grandfather clock in the living room. The clock indicated that it was five a.m. Harry quietly opened the door and sighed with relief when he closed it.
He walked up to one of the cupboards and opened it. Inside he found a few tea packages and a blue kettle. He poured some water into the kettle and let it boil. While it boiled he sat on one of the wooden chairs surrounding the table and waited silently.
When the kettle started whistling, Harry got up and poured the steaming water into a cup. Holding the cup carefully, he walked across the kitchen and entered the living room.
He sat himself on a green sofa and quietly blew at the hot tea. The minutes ticked by and soon the Grandfather clock struck again, and again. When it indicated that it was seven a.m., Harry got up and headed to his room.
He opened his closet doors and grabbed a beige T-shirt, which Remus had purchased for him, and a pair of jeans Remus had also given to him. Remus had actually gone out to Hogsmeade to get a descent wardrobe for Harry.
Harry took a quick shower and threw on his clothes. He grabbed his wand and put it in his back pocket. He tried combing back his hair, but stopped when it wouldn't stay back. Taking a quick look at himself in the mirror, He smiled and headed down.
As he walked down, he passed by Remus's room. Spotting he wasn't there, Harry figured Remus was down in the kitchen, so he walked towards the big oak doors that lead to the Kitchen.
"Good morning Harry. Sleep well?" Remus asked when Harry entered the Kitchen again.
"Err…Yah, better than err…ever." Harry said, almost tempted to explain in full detail why he hadn't slept well.
"Great! Anyway, today I'll be leaving around six in the afternoon, because of my transformation. I'll be out for three days, and I'll come back on Monday, since today is Friday." Remus said.
"Yeah I know, but I was just wondering where will you be going?" Harry asked.
"Well Dumbledore has decided it's best that I stay in the Shrieking Shack. If anything happens, just Flu over to Dumbledore's office, or send note." Remus explained.
"Yeah, whatever, I won't need to, I can take care of myself thank you." Harry said.
"Alright, whatever you say." Remus said, and he sat down on the couch in the living room, and flicked on the television.
The WWN had just started, and what Harry saw flash on the screen, made him sick. A group of three Death Eaters surrounded three tiny five-year-old kids and started to beat them. They were literally conjuring up whips and sticks, levitating them and crashing them down on the children's bodies. Harry started to sway on the spot and managed to lean on a wall before falling over. He closed his eyes. Two days into the summer and the Death Eaters had already started attacking.
" Emily, Joseph and Taylor had been missing for 19 hours, until found dead in a Park, just a few blocks from their homes. Aurors say that an old muggle by the name of Nancy Rodriguez had called the police; only to have a wizard put a memory charm on the old lady and the policemen, because he had witnessed the death of the innocent children too. Many other muggles in different countries like Australia, and China have been attacked many times. It seems You-Know-Who has recruits around the world. On to our next story, Quidditch fanatics are yearning for the new…" Harry shook the speakers voice out of his head and turned around, jogging up to his room now very worried that Voldemort was finally catching up.
He collapsed into his bed, and stared up at the cream colored ceiling as his thoughts wandered. He must have been too lost in his thoughts to notice Remus come in, but somehow, Remus was their to scare the wits out of him as Harry jumped a foot in the air at the sound of Remus's voice.
"Sorry." He heard Remus mumble. " I meant to tell you that I was leaving, and I didn't want to seem rude and leave without saying goodbye." Remus said as he let go of the bags he had in his hand, which Harry had only just noticed.
Well have fun, and come back soon, this is going to be the most boring week of my life." Harry said as he rolled his eyes. His eyes darted to the alarm clock beside him.
"Wait, you said you would be leaving at 6:00, but it's only 1:30." Harry said as he stared at the flashing red numbers on the Alarm Clock.
"Well, Dumbledore wanted to see me, said it was something about you. Your Lunch is on the table by the way. So I'll be going." Remus said. He hauled up his handbags, and walked out of the room.
Harry's eyes followed his back until it was out of view, and then his eyelids started to droop slowly until they were completely shut, and Harry drifted off into sleeping slumber.
When he woke up, his eyes immediately scanned his surroundings and then landing on the large red numbers flashing on his Alarm clock. They read 8:15. He heaved himself up and carefully flattened the wrinkles on his bed sheets and dragged his feet slowly out of the room and down the long spiraling marble staircase.
He entered the Kitchen and opened the Fridge grabbing an apple and happily biting into it. He entered the living room and flicked the muggle T.V. on.
"Boring." He said for each channel as his thumb made contact with the button. He rolled his eyes after he went through 27 channels. He threw the remote on the Couch and stood up, deciding to go for a walk and examine his neighborhood.
Quickly, he grabbed a thin cloak and his wand just in case and stepped out of the house, making sure the door was locked. He descended the steps slowly and his eyes once again scanned the surroundings.
The street looked so peaceful. There wasn't a figure in sight. It was so perfect. He glanced up to the towering moon above him. He was almost certain he could here a howl from a distance. His feet started to carry him somewhere, as if they had a mind of their own, and as if they knew the place. Harry smiled welcomingly to the night breeze as it gently blew in his face and whispered in his ear. It was so perfect. Too Perfect.
Harry Knew it was too good to be true. It was almost as if he expected something to happen. Just as that very thought raced his mind, it was almost as if it were a trigger, a trigger to something very unwelcoming. Harry's knees hit the ground full force and his hands flung up to that mark. That detested mark that was now burning under his fingers.
Harry closed his eyes shut, very tightly. His two fingers were massaging his scar as it burned like the Gryffindor common room fire. Slowly, the pain started to etch away. Harry was able to open his eyes. Something wasn't right.
His hands connected with the soft grassy ground as he heaved himself up and brushed off some strands of grass from his cloak and pants. He took a few deep breaths and clenched his teeth at the small tingly feeling that remained in his scar. He took a few shaky steps forward and then made his way to a park that Harry's eyes had only just discovered. Suddenly, the same thing happened when he had entered the house. Harry was hit full force with a million different memories.
His mind finally focused on one. Lily was sitting on a park bench holding a small bundle of joy as a very childish James started to swing on the swings screaming like a mad man.
"James get off of that, you're embarrassing me, and little Harry. Right my sweet?" She said as she rubbed her long index finger against the baby's small and delicate cheek.
"He isn't little Harry, he's brave and loyal Harry, right Gryffindor Harry? You're going to grow up to be a big Quidditch star and your going to be an auror just like your mother and I. Your also going to find yourself a nice girlfriend, making sure that she is as beautiful as your mum here, only not as snappy." James finished and was slapped playfully by Lily as she said "Hey!"
The memory started to fade until there was nothing left but the cold and empty reality. Harry walked up to the exact bench his mother had been sitting in, and sat on it.
I miss them… He thought as he frowned. He sighed and rested his chin against his palm. He stared out into the empty playground and closed his eyes, letting himself fall into painful memories…
Harry's head shot up so suddenly, it cracked painfully. Where was he? He looked around and sighed with relief as he saw that he was in the park that he was before. He must have dosed off. Quietly, he heaved himself up and started to exit the park. Suddenly, his hand started to rub his scar absent-mindedly. It wasn't stinging, but it wasn't normal either. It was a strange warm feeling, as if it were plunged into warm water. Harry's curiosity got the better of him and he started to see if he could tell why it was doing this.
Harry swallowed hard as he caught what was causing his scar to react like this. This method he had been taught last year by Dumbledore. Now Harry could sense why or what was causing his scar to burn or in this case prickle. Now Harry wished he hadn't tried and figured out.
His scar was burning because of a figure. Someone was near by. Harry's immediate guess was a Death Eater and his head started to swivel back and forth to try and catch a glimpse. Harry stopped dead in his tracks when he caught sight of a figure. It was walking towards him. A Shadow was only visible. Was it a Death Eater? Harry took a few steps back as it approached. Suddenly the figure stopped, right under a streetlight and was illuminated by the light.
Harry could have almost laughed with relief when he saw what it was. It was only a girl. She had long wavy elbow length brown hair. Her eyes were deep and shallow and were brown with swirls of green. She wore thin rectangular glasses with a beige half frame. Her face was blood shot and pale, as if she had been crying, and she was biting her lower lip. Her lips were glossy pink and her skin was a very light brown, like a light brown summer tan. She wore a long black skirt that had small faded red roses circling the bottom border of her skirt. She wore a Red T-shirt that had laces on the collar. Her hair was flipped back and she started walking very quickly towards him.
Harry was so relieved that it wasn't a death Eater, that he forgot the fact that this girl was heading straight towards him. But, by the time he noticed, she crashed head on into him, and they were both flung backwards. He heard her groan and he heaved himself up and offered her a hand.
"Oh I am so sorry sir! I must have dazed off I didn't see you. My greatest apologies." She said and Harry noticed she had silver shining braces on her teeth. She grabbed his hand and accepted the help. She dusted off her black skirt and lowered her head as she blushed in embarrassment.
"Oh no that's okay there's no need for apologies." He said. He noticed she spoke in normal English, without the British accent.
"My name is Maria Lilia Riddle." She said as she stuck out her hand. Riddle. The word echoed in his head. Her last name was Riddle.
Tom Marvolo Riddle. She must be related to him. He swallowed hard. She had to be a Death Eater in disguise. He couldn't touch her. But that would be rude and he didn't know if Riddle was a common name or not. Then Harry felt his scar prickle again. His scar was never wrong, was it?
Harry stuck out his hand and he felt his shoulders slump in defeat. She took his hand and shook it and she smiled lightly. She had the most beautiful smile, even if she wore braces. Suddenly Harry seemed attracted to her. She was beautiful with her hazelnut eyes and her long beautiful light brown hair. NO! He protested to himself, She must have been hypnotizing him. He needed to get out of here.
Maria suddenly gasped. Her eyes went wide in horror and then she put her hand to her mouth.
"You're…You're Harry Potter!" She stuttered. He rolled his eyes and stared down at the floor nervously. He heard her muttering to herself. She was saying the word no over and over again.
"I'm so sorry Mr. Potter I was just… Well you see I was concentrating on something else, something painful and well, when you're preoccupied you tend to forget where you are and then you just can't hear anything and you're only thinking of that little painful thing while you're crying, and it's midnight and you're mad at yourself and you think there is no one else around but there is and your mind is just reeling with thoughts and …" She paused. "I just keep babbling don't I. I'm so sorry Mr. Potter. Can I make it up to you? You can come to my house and I'll be your maid or something, or I can just, you know, make you dinner or be a house elf for a day. I would just like to make it up to you. My dad taught me to always make it up to someone and…" She paused again.
Tears were shining in her eyes. She had that look on her face as if she was lost in her memories.
"Just come to my house tomorrow at three and I can you know make it up to you." Maria said. She quickly wiped her eyes.
"I'm busy tomorrow." Harry said simply. He was not going to go. Period.
"No you must come, how about after tomorrow."
"No. Can't." Harry said again.
"No you have to be free one day any day is fine." She said. She looked so desperate. She must be planning some sort of trap.
"No! I'm not going anywhere with your type of blood! Not with any of your type!" Harry spat at her.
Maria looked as if she had lost her parents or something. Tears started to form in her eyes and they trailed from her face. She started to bite her lips and she shut her eyes tight.
"Why?" She muttered so quietly.
"It's because I'm a Riddle right? Everyone thinks that. I'M NOT! I'M NOT A RIDDLE BY BLOOD WON'T ANYONE UNDERSTAND THAT?!?!?! I'M NOT A RIDDLE BY BLOOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She bellowed so loudly, that a house beside them flickered their lights on.
She completely burst into tears and broke down beside him. She fell to her knees and buried her face into her knees, she was sobbing and every once and a while, she would moan.
"Than what are you? The only other possible answers are a murderer, a traitor or what I think the right one is, the devil!" Harry spat and he kicked her hard on her hip and ran as quickly as he could to number 55 Godric Hollow.
Harry literally shoved the key into its hole and He shoved the door open as quickly as possible, scrambling into the house and slamming, and double locking the door.
He rested his body against the door and closed his eyes tightly. She didn't put up such a good fight for being a Riddle. He half expected to have to draw his wand. But he didn't have to. Instead he was able to walk away unharmed as if nothing had happened.
He sighed lightly and slowly dragged his feet up the marble staircase and into his room. He pulled off his shirt and threw it on top of his bed. He stared into the high mirror of his bedroom closet door. A young man age sixteen looked back. He had brilliant Green eyes and a muscular build. Although he had many scars across his back and chest from the Green Flame Torch incident, he still looked very handsome.
Harry glared at his reflection and then suddenly, walked up and slammed his closet door closed. Stupid Mirror. Harry pulled down his pants and quickly put on a long white T-Shirt, the one he slept in. He brushed his teeth hastily and climbed into bed falling asleep before his head hit his fluffy white pillow.
A/N: Hello Guys. To answer your questions, here is a little bit of info:
This story takes place during Harry's Seventh Year. I currently have no Sixth Year, but I should give you enough details for you not to have any questions. About the Serdo thing, this was back when I thought the Sixth book was called 'The Green-flamed Torch' I changed the name, though, because of this. I don't have enough time to change the entire sixth year plot, as then this story'splot would also change. How drastically? I don't know.
Harry is currently living in Godric's Hollow, as you would know by now. This happened, because Remus felt it was a good idea, as Harry had lost Sirius and James and Lily, and having their home re-built, would maybe allow Harry to have good memories of his parents.
Muahaha. About this mysterious character, I can't say much. Only that she is very VITAL in the plot. coughcough
Enjoy. If you have any questions, just asked when Reviweing.
Please R/R!
-Bujiana
